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Grace’s POV.
Something wet brushes against my skin and everything seems to freeze. I narrow my eyes and it takes me two damn minuets to understand what it is.
I break free from his hold and hit with my butt the table as I try to put as much distance as possible in between us.
‘’What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you even try again or I’ll fucking cut your dick off’’ the boy looks at me as I’m some kind of funny spectacle and that makes me even more upset. I don’t accept for men to do whatever they want with me, I’m not a doll and they can’t play around with me, I’m not going to let this happen again.
‘’You’re offending me Marie, don’t you remember me?’’ my gaze must have made the answer pretty obvious since he rolls his eyes and rushes to explains himself.
‘’It’s me, it’s Robert. Robert Green, we were friends in America, we went to the same school and hang around with the same friends, for years. How is it that you forgot about me, little Marie? The woods, the sunset… they do not help you? Nothing?’’ the flashes come to me and I wide my eyes. Oh shit. It can’t be.
Robert? Seriously. I’ve never called him that to be honest, always giving him names as Bobby. It was like what... four... five years ago the last time I saw him and he’s changed, he has become quite fit if I can say. he has mussels now, his skin is clean from pimples and he has also a bit of beard. I thought I was going to never see him again.
‘’Bobby?’’ I whisper, this can’t be possible, what is he doing here in England.
‘’Look at you, little Marie? Look at how beautiful you have become; I can barely recognize you. you’re gorgeous. But I guess the nickname baby Marie doesn’t suit you anymore’’ I pull a bit the hem of my shorts and bite down my lip.
‘’It’s been ages since last time I saw you’’ I state and Bobby comes closer, smiling. How many memories those boy holds inside his eyes, how many mistakes. How many secrets and lies. I don’t know if I want to talk to him right now, because I kind of feel bad, thinking about what his return means to me. it’s like opening an old box of memories you have tried so hard to hide so that you wouldn’t have to deal with it.
Like the Pandora vase. I’m afraid of what could happen once open. I’m so scared.
‘’You’re such different person now’’ he murmurs and takes into my figure. ‘’ England helped you a lot, you’re not even the ghost of the girl you once were. You’re not skinny anymore and your eyes, they’re…strange. Like even more blue, full of… light’’ he says and I think about the reason behind this change.
‘’You guys know each other?’’ someone interrupts us and Bobby turns his head to meet Anya’s worried eyes.
‘’Yeah, she used to be in my group of old friends. We were very…close’’ I instantly remember what he means with it and my cheeks go red.
